3 Poems in the Emily D- Idiom

I spent some time today day reading her poems, and working on being able to write in the idiom of Emily Dickenson. Harder than it looks. I wrote these three as experiments, I like the second one the least. Her meter and rhyme scheme (when used) is easy enough, but the content often contains dream like non-sequitors, often expressing a horror these test poems of mine don't capture.
Maybe I'll play with that tomorrow.  
Please enjoy all the same.


# – It Was a Letter

It was a letter in a book
  Wrote by one long ago,
Her loving tone, her simple poem
  Wrapped me within her thrall

I wrote some rhymes in her response,
  In diaries I kept,
And when I read her next verse, there!
  She answered me, again!

A teenage crush? A lovers rush?
  Or distant pen pals we?
A few new rhymes, then I’ll engage
  Her to turn her next page


# – I’d Not Heard From

I’d not heard from you in so long,
I came to ask what had gone wrong,
  Then you told me, nought I could do,
You asked I place the blame on you,

You had no another paramour,
Of reasons, you were not quite sure,,
  You said in love, we must endure, 
Then closed and locked me from your door

The paths behind such bitterness,
Have lead me through cold wilderness,
  They will not lead back to your door,
From wringing love, distance my cure


# – I’ve Set the Words

I’ve set the words of life,
  Each verse of it’s extremes,
Of common birth, moments of mirth
  Of trials, crimes, and ease

Yet one I cannot write,
  And may it be the worst
When death arrives by day or night,
  End of writing, its curse

Who can pretend to pen
  One’s end before it calls?
No keyboard taps, nor scratching pens
  One hears behind the pall